Traitors! Female Execution in the Reich

Note from the author: This story is fiction and all names are fictitious. Any similarity to the name of any person, living or dead, is purely coincidence.

Traitors! Female Execution in the Reich - Chapter Five

By Jill Crokett (copyright 2004, Jillian Victoria Crokett)

As the colonel sipped hot tea and glanced once more out his dining room window at the hot-coal-smoldering, titless torso of Theresa Wasserturm, he picked up the telephone and ordered the guards to bring Dr. Stephanie Nollendorf to his bed chamber in an hour. "And have her cleaned up and dressed properly" he added.

Exactly one hour later Dr. Stephanie Nollendorf was escorted into the Colonel's beautifully appointed private quarters wearing a clean but simple long-sleeved white blouse and a dark knee-length wool skirt. As the prisoner was presented to him, the colonel motioned for the guards to depart, leaving the 43-year-old female gynecologist standing alone in the spacious anteroom of his bedroom suite.

For a full two minutes the Colonel said nothing as he walked around the career professional woman, observing the way her short brown hair was cut, the way her D-cup breasts filled out her blouse, and the way 5 ft. 6 in., 155 lb. frame tugged snugly at the hips of her wool skirt.

'Attractive yet matronly' he thought as he walked around the busty, middle-aged woman, her eyes fixed forward, not making eye contact with him.

"Doctor, it's been several days since I sentenced you to death. Do you wonder why you are still alive?"

"Yes, yes I do wonder, colonel sir" she answered meekly, as the parlor's fireplace warmly crackled on the cold winter's evening.

"Would you care for some tea, Doctor?" the Colonel inquired politely.

Stephanie nodded affirmatively, still nervously avoiding eye contact.

"Very good doctor" he said as he turned to pick up the telephone. "Bring up a tray of very hot tea for two, with sweats. Oh, and a bottle of cognac as well." Turning back to the doctor he politely offered her a seat in one of the comfortable parlor chairs next to his tea table.

For the next hour or so Dr. Nollendorf forced herself to make awkwardly polite conversation with the colonel. They talked late into the evening as he plied her with cakes, sweets, and expensive French brandy. The talk was strangely light for a condemned woman as the colonel quizzed her about such things as her fashion preferences and the name of her favorite perfume.

Suddenly changing the subject the Colonel inquired "Doctor, would you like to spend the night here, in my room?" as the toasty fireplace glowed and crackled.

Not receiving an instant reply, he quipped "It's certainly warmer and far more comfortable than the concrete cell you're in, isn't it?"

Not wanting to be raped again, Nollendorf momentarily hesitated, but she also feared for her life if she didn't submit to his offer. She thought a moment, quickly imagining a scheme to save herself, then spoke.

"Yes colonel, I'd be honored to share your bed chamber, sir" she replied without further reservation, hoping to gain the slightest favor with the senior officer who held her fate in his hands.

The colonel smiled, obviously pleased at her cordial answer, and then continued back to the light conversation, inquiring as to where she attended medical school.

After three more cognacs the 43-year-old condemned prisoner was beginning to feel somewhat comfortable with her captor when the he calmly but suddenly asked Stephanie to stand up and face him.

Caught off guard by his request, Dr. Nollendorf complied nervously, standing right in front of him with her arms at her side. She stared straight ahead, not wishing to make eye contact with him. For a full, eternal minute she stood in total silence as the seated Colonel stared up at her.

"Dr. Nollendorf" he began, still sitting, "if you agree to become my personal, totally submissive slave, I will work toward a reprieve for you. I might even be able to execute another in your place, falsely identifying them as you, while at the same time giving you a new identity. But I would only agree to these things if you would, in turn, agree to totally submit to me for two years. Is that understood?"

"Yes, yes I understand fully Colonel. I agree to be your slave, sir, offering you absolutely whatever you desire" the doctor creatively answered, knowing she had no other choice.

"Good then, that settles it doctor. Well, it's late Stephanie, and we should get to bed. Be a good slave and strip for your master."

"Yes sir" she quietly replied as he watched her strip-down in front of him, first revealing her full, hanging tits with their huge erect nipples. As Stephanie slipped the skirt off her hips the colonel ordered her to put her hands above her head. As she stood before him, now wearing only full-cut white panties, the colonel gazed at her, reaching foreword as he rubbed her labia through the white cloth with his fingertips.

As he fondled her through her panties the colonel looked up at her and said "tomorrow doctor, I'm going to have the nurse clean shave you again. Do you understand?"

"Yes master" Dr. Nollendorf responded, lending herself to a more submissive tone as she stood at attention, her fingertips still pointing to the ceiling.

"Yes, we're going to have fun with this" the Colonel added as he slowly tugged the panties down to her ankles. As the colonel fingered her slit he told the doctor of a bizarre plan to execute her nurse Kristin in her place, while keeping her as his mistress and personal sex slave.

"What you think of that Doctor?" the colonel quizzed, adding "I think I can pull it off, but I'll only do it if you agree to be totally submissive to me, is that understood?" he said as he rose up, still cupping one hand over her still bald but now stubbly pussy as his other hand slapped her firmly across the face.

"Yes master" Stephanie answered through humiliating tears as the colonel kissed her full on the lips as he continued to rub her bare pussy.

As he stopped kissing her for a moment and squeezed her mouth slightly open between his thumb and index finger, he added in a whisper as he breathed into her face "you're going to lick my ass hole every night for 20 minutes, just before I go to sleep, you whore, do you understand that you fucking cunt?"

"Yes master" Stephanie answered, "however I may please you, sir."

A light 'smack' echoed through the parlor as the colonel gently but quickly slapped her across the face again, declaring "you're going to be my submissive little private whore, aren't you doctor?"

As the doctor cried from the humiliation of being slapped, she answered "yes sir, I'm yours colonel, totally yours" through her tears.

"You fat little slut, you're going to start licking my ass and balls right now. Pull back the bed covers and get in bed, you cunt-doctor."

"Yes sir" the middle-aged physician responded as she rolled back the bed covers and obediently climbed in bed as the colonel stripped off his gray uniform. Climbed into bed, he ordered Stephanie through a series of sexual maneuvers, beginning with a slow blow job as he lay on his back while she knelt between his legs.

Dr. Nollendorf sucked the colonel's head and stroked his shaft almost to the point of orgasm, but he stopped her short, rolling over onto his knees, with his chest down, sticking his ass up in the air, his knees apart.

"Lick my ass" he commanded as Stephanie immediately began to work her tongue around his anal ring. After several minutes the ass-eating had so stimulated the Colonel that he had to stop her in order to avoid coming. He quickly pushed her down onto her back and aligned his rigid shaft between her pussy lips. Grabbing the obstetrician's legs and shoving her knees up under her armpits, the colonel placed the bottoms of Stephanie's feet against his chest as he pinned her wrists firmly down with his hands. Stephanie screamed as the colonel slammed his cock into her, fucking her as hard and as deep as he could, lasting only a short while before his semen squirted rhythmically against her cervix.

Dr. Nollendorf stared at the ceiling following her rape as the colonel then fell asleep almost instantly, his softening cock still inside her.

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Stephanie's first thought was that her evening tea had been drugged, as the sunlight blazingly awakened her as a chambermaid opening the bedroom curtains. As she sat up in bed, her naked breasts falling out over the bed sheets, the colonel was nowhere to be seen. A glance at the gilded clock on the beautiful French provincial dresser revealed that it was almost 12 noon. A neatly uniformed, matronly looking female Sergeant stood near the foot of the bed and addressed her.

"Dr. Nollendorf, there is some hot tea and breakfast on a tray here in the sitting area ma'am. I hope it meets with your satisfaction. I instructed the chambermaid to draw your water for a bath, ma'am. Please bathe as soon as you all are finished eating, as the colonel is sending in a hairdresser and a nurse in about 30 minutes, ma'am."

"A nurse?" The doctor inquired.

"The colonel wishes to have his mistress freshly shaved, ma'am" the Sergeant answered without hesitation.

Stephanie noticed that the female Sergeant was carrying what looked like a beautiful evening cocktail dress over one arm, and held matching emerald-colored shoes and purse in the other.

"The colonel has taken the liberty of flying in some things for you from Paris, ma'am. He hopes they meet with your approval. I have already placed some special under-things in the dresser and a fur coat in the armoire while you were sleeping. Several hats are in there also, including a fur hat which matches the Sable coat."

"But this is what the colonel wishes for you to wear today" she said holding up the shoes in dress in her arms. "If there's any problem with sizing, or if it is not to your satisfaction, let me know ma'am."

"Well, uh, well thank you, uh, just, uh, who are you?" Dr. Nollendorf inquired, almost confused.

"My name is Sergeant Irma Feldstein, ma'am. The colonel has assigned me to be your personal assistant; your valet, if you will, ma'am. As the colonel's mistress, ma'am, you will have my full attention" informed the early-thirties-something, somewhat masculine looking female Sergeant.

The doctor, still sitting up in bed topless as a maid scurried about the apartment straightening up, said nothing I she stared in disbelief.

"Please now, hurry with your bath and breakfast doctor, as the nurse and hairdresser will be here shortly. I'll return in an hour and a half to assist you in getting dressed. I've also taken the liberty of placing a Chanel makeup kit on the vanity in the bathroom, ma'am. The Colonel wants you to be ready to join him in the execution chamber at precisely 2 p.m. He has several important executions to oversee then before his leaves for Berlin. It departs the village bahnhof at 4 p.m. sharp. He wants you to join him for dinner this evening at his favorite restaurant on the Kurfurstendam."

Stephanie's mind drifted back to chic scenes of Berlin's most fashionable boulevard. She wondered if was all a dream, reaching up to touch her breasts lightly to make sure she was really there, really hearing these words.

"Don't worry, the colonel has seen to it that I pack an overnight bag for you visit to Berlin, doctor. He wants to leave for the bahnhof as soon as his execution duties are completed, so I'll see to it that your bag is placed in the boot of his Duisenberg.

As Dr. Nollendorf sat silent in disbelief, the Sergeant added as she turned to leave "Oh, by the way ma'am, your new name is Frieda Kohl; your new papers are on the tea table."

Glancing back from the doorway at the still silent, nude doctor, the Sergeant said "You understand ma'am, the colonel's a very powerful man; being in charge of all female executions in the Reich and all."

"He has the power to open doors for us girls" she said with a smile "and the power to close them" she added as she shut the chamber door.

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43-year-old Dr. Stephanie Nollendorf looked stunning as she entered the cold, empty warehouse-turned-death-chamber wearing an emerald-green cocktail dress with matching patent leather shoes and purse, her hair perfectly coiffed in a fashionable style, her make-up looking as professionally done as that of any Hollywood actress. The handsome colonel accompanied her wearing his formal ceremonial dress uniform.

At the opposite end of the warehouse a large group of terrified looking women stood in a line-up, shoulder-to-shoulder, under bright lights. Twenty-nine in all, they were a mix of young and old; professional and peasant. All but one was from a Czechoslovakian village where a Nazi-appointed regional governor had been very recently assassinated. SS investigators, frustrated at being unable to find the perpetrators, had sentenced the entire village to death.

Stephanie immediately recognized the lone non-Czech woman as her busty, bespectacled obstetrical nurse, Kristin Ziebold. Stephanie silently gasped as she laid eyes on her 37-year-old former delivery room assistant standing among the condemned Czech women. Kristin's mouth was gagged and her wrists and elbows were bound tightly behind her. She wore a dirty, torn, white nurse's uniform, whose top had been ripped open, revealing the mature, professional woman's full, white, hanging melons. From her appearance Stephanie assumed her nurse had been savagely gang raped.

The 28 Czech women's arms and wrists were bound behind them also, but Stephanie noticed that unlike Kristin, none were gagged. They ranged in age from 15 to 67. The Nazis had shot the very youngest and oldest of the village's residents on the spot before packing the remaining males and females onto two separate train cars. The village's males had been publicly stripped in front of the women before they were sent off to be castrated and hanged at another facility.

All of the condemned women knew each other, having lived in the same small village. Some were sisters; others mothers and daughters. There were grandmothers, young moms, and teenagers among the 28. All except the youngest four were married or widowed. Most of those married or widowed were mothers. They stood in line, at attention, facing the colonel. Unlike Nurse Ziebold, who still had on the remnants of her torn uniform, each Czech woman faced the Colonel completely nude. Not one had on so much as a hair ribbon. Each, even the eldest grandmother, had had her pussy clean-shaven to reveal her girlish slit, as was the typical SS pre-execution fashion. The village's males, boys and men alike, had all undergone a similar humiliation, each having his cock and balls totally shaved bare before his castration.

To the women's left was a long, low, gallows platform above which hung ten equally spaced thin cable nooses, each dangling a short distance from a long steel beam positioned about 8 feet above the gallows floor. The wire nooses could raise and lower individually by a pulley system.

The Czech women looked drawn and teary-eyed, as if they had been interrogated. All of the women stood barefoot in the cold, unheated warehouse, their nipples rigidly erect. To prepare her for the noose, each woman had had her hair haphazardly clipped off in a short, uneven cut.

Stephanie stared at her nurse Kristin as the colonel spoke. "All of you have been condemned to death for acts against the Reich. But before we proceeded with the execution of the female members of the Czech underground, I have some important business to settle; that being the execution of the traitor Dr. Stephanie Nollendorf, who will be hanged immediately."

Stephanie's eyes bulged from her head as she turned to the colonel in disbelief, only to then quickly realize that the guards were grabbing not her but her nurse Kristin, hustling the 37-year-old midwife up onto the execution platform. Kristin Ziebold's eyes glared back at Dr. Nollendorf above her gagged mouth as she was dragged to the first noose. As two guards held Kristin directly under the simple wire noose, another ripped the remnants of her torn nurse's uniform from her body, stripping her naked in the cold warehouse air. Just before a guard slipped the thin cable noose around her neck and tightened it, a small sign was hung like a necklace around her neck, resting on her lengthy cleavage. The sign read "Dr. Stephanie Nollendorf".

As soon as her ball-gag was removed, a still-photographer from the camera crew walked up and flashed a waist-up picture of Kristin, clearly showing the sign around her neck identifying her as condemned prisoner Stephanie Nollendorf.

With a nod from the colonel the camera crew began to film as the wire noose tightened, slowly lifting Kristin's kicking legs as she attempted in vain to find firm ground beneath her. Several of the Czechoslovakian women began to cry aloud as the busty nurse's flailing, arm-bound torso released the contents of its bowels and bladder as she peddled air above the gallows floor.

Stephanie's mascara streaked down her cheeks as she watched her former employee die in her name. As Kristin stopped kicking, two elderly cleaning women began to mop the stage beneath her.

Turning to the 28 Czechoslovakian women, the colonel announced "we don't have all day, nine empty nooses await." The nine oldest-looking women from the line-up were selected to be hanged first. All naked and clean-shaved with boyish haircuts, the women, aged in their 40's, 50's, and 60's were led up onto the death platform and lined up, each under a vacant noose, forming a row of sagging breasts and full hips next to the now lifeless corpse of Kristin Ziebold. The women did not speak and appeared resigned to their fate. Several witnesses gazed with interest at their feminine slits and pendulous breasts as the wire nooses were slipped around their necks.

Dr. Nollendorf felt nauseous as she watched the nine older women kick their legs as urine squirted from between their legs as they peddled for the floor in vain. Not wishing to miss his train to Berlin, the colonel instructed the guards that the women be taken down from the gallows after hanging for just five minutes. As the unconscious women, nurse Kristin included, were stacked on gurneys and wheeled off to the cremation ovens, Stephanie knew that, though unconscious, it was technically possible that some were about to be burned alive.

The next ten females led up on the stage comprised women in their mid 20's to late 30's. This group was healthy looking and several looked very sexy to the guards as they stood completely naked in their man-like haircuts. One was obviously pregnant, though she was given no special consideration by the Nazis. Having just witnessed the murder of their own mothers, some were sobbing uncontrollably. As this group was noosed, the colonel ordered the hangman "Lift them very slowly; I want to see this bunch squirm on their tip-toes for a minute or two."

The hangman slowly lifted the women onto the balls of their feet as they pleaded with their eyes, their nipples dancing with each anxious breath. The hangman stopped lifting just as they reached their tip-toes as two of them urinated on the gallows floor, their shaved slits spouting like inverted fountains. As the nude young women hung by their necks with their hands tied behind them, teetering on the ends of the toes like ballerinas, the colonel simply ordered "whip them."

As the ten wives and mothers waited in terror, a middle-aged master-sergeant repeatedly dipped a very short single-thonged bullwhip in a bucket of water, wetting the leather so that it might inflict greater pain.

The SS sergeant selected the late-twenty-something pregnant Czech woman as his first torture victim. His first stroke lashed across her breasts, marking her across her full tits. He then moved down to her thighs as the hanging woman struggled on her toes with all her might not to lose her balance and strangle herself. But her efforts were in vain. As he walked behind her and began to stroke with full force up between her bare white bottom, the woman pissed on the floor as she reflexively jerked her legs up from the sting of the wet whip, slowly strangling herself on the thin stainless-steel cable.

As the whipmaster moved down the row, rapidly increased his strokes across the bare bottoms and thighs, the ten women began to hang themselves as they lifted their legs from the floor, reflexively attempting to protect the backs of their tender whipped thighs. Stroke after stroke slowly strangled each woman as she jerked and wiggled under the pain of the whip.

As the ten noosed women pranced their own funeral march to the marks of the whip, Stephanie noticed that several guards began to buckle black leather dog collars around the necks of each of the remaining nine youngest Czech women, while other guards knelt and strapped restraints around each of their ankles. The collars each had two chrome attachment rings, one at each side of the neck, while each ankle restraint had only one chrome attachment ring, that being at the inside of each ankle. Several long black leather straps were laid out in front of each young woman.

The remaining nine condemned were mostly teenagers; the youngest was 15-years-old, the oldest just barely twenty-one. As the hangman lifted the ten whipped women high up off the floor for a final minute of unconsciousness, the nine remaining teenagers were ordered to lie on their backs on the cold, dusty warehouse floor, their wrists and elbows still strapped behind them.

The colonel leaned toward Stephanie and whispered "They're each going to be strapped into a rape harness. My guards will rape these virgin teens as they strangle them, doctor."

Dr. Nollendorf nearly wet herself with anticipation as she saw several young guards begin to strip as they dropped their trousers, revealing dripping hard cocks as they approached the virgins. The girls' ankles were pulled up and clipped to their neck collars as their bent knees were strapped open wide with belts which ran behind their backs over their restrained arms. A length of white clothesline cord was loosely wrapped around each girl's neck just above the leather collar.

"Do you want to watch?" whispered the colonel as he gently bent to run his hand up under Stephanie's dress.

"Yes master, I want to watch" Stephanie breathed heavily back at him as his finger found her vulva. "Yes, I want to watch these virgins get a hard fucking, just like you gave me last night, master" she said as he slid her panty crotch aside to discover that her slit was dripping wet.

"I'm going to fuck you on the train to Berlin" the colonel whispered while he gently circle-stroked Stephanie's well lubricated clit as the warehouse thundered with the screams of teenage girls being raped.

As each SS guard orgasmed he pulled tightly on the neck-cord of his victim, slowly strangling her on the warehouse floor as he shot his load into her clean-shaved and strapped-open-wide pussy.

"Let's get out of here" the colonel whispered to Stephanie as he pulled his hand from under her dress. He then instructed his staff lieutenant to complete any unfinished executions and see that the bodies of all the condemned females were burned.

As he escorted Dr. Nollendorf from the death chamber, he ordered his valet to bring her her new sable coat. "And tell the driver to have the car out front right away."

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The private compartment reserved for the colonel in the first-class section of the late afternoon express train to Berlin was compact but luxurious, with champagne and fresh flowers awaiting them on the petite parlor table in front of the small leather sofa. The compartment had its own private washroom, and a bay window gave the doctor and the colonel a sunset view of the German countryside. The train was scheduled to arrive in Berlin at 6:30 p.m., barring any unexpected delays.

The colonel spoke at length to Stephanie about his favorite restaurant in Berlin, on the chic Kurfurstendam Strasse, where they would dine tonight, and about his favorite dish; venison with wild mushrooms, which this restaurant did better than any other in the world. "It's better than any restaurant in Paris, Lyon, or the Cote d' Azure" he beamed, bragging that he personally knew the chef, who his family had sent to be trained at the Ecole du Cordon Bleu in Paris years earlier. As the train rolled into the darkness toward Berlin, the colonel entertained Stephanie with his extensive knowledge of fine wine, haut cuisine, modern art, and the latest chic women's fashions, and he clearly enjoyed discussing these topics with his new totally submissive slave and mistress.

"He must want to show me off" Dr. Nollendorf thought, as the colonel plied her with champagne and began recanting stories of his prior high life in Berlin, growing up a cousin of German aristocracy.

As the colonel helped Stephanie off the train, a chauffeur took her overnight bag from the colonel and escorted them to their awaiting car. Wartime train station masses parted for them like the Red Sea for Moses as the uniformed chauffeur escorted them through the crowded Berlin haupt-bahnhof. Dr. Nollendorf felt like a princess as she strolled through as a privileged member of Berliner society in her elegant emerald-colored outfit, complete with sable coat and matching fur hat, as the throngs of rationing wartime commoners stared at her, escorted along by a handsome, formally dressed high-ranking officer.

As the chauffeur pulled up to the Ku-Dam entrance of the swank Lupinskihof hotel, the extravagantly uniformed doorman opened the limousine and addressed the colonel.

"Welcome back Sir. Your party awaits in the fifth floor ballroom."

Stephanie looked around and noticed that the hotel was conspicuously surrounded by SS guards, as if some VIP's might be registered there. She and the colonel made their way up the lift to the fifth floor. When the elevator door opened Stephanie was taken aback at the scene; a huge, crystal chandeliered ballroom, full of round formally place-set dining tables, each elegantly decorated for a holiday celebration. Throughout the room stood champagne-glass-holding, formally dressed high-ranking officers and their wives or mistresses. Stephanie immediately became nervous for fear that someone might recognize her as one of the condemned assassination plotters.

As personal physician to Eva Braun, she had met a few high officials, but doubted that anyone would recognize her except Eva herself, or Eva's personal valet or secretary. Stephanie herself had only met the Fuehrer once, very briefly shaking his hand in a reception line.

"My name is Frieda Kohl, my name is Frieda Kohl" Stephanie kept repeating to herself over and over again as she and the colonel worked their way through the crowd. Now cocktails in hand, the colonel stopped to speak with what appeared to be a close friend.

"This is my dear friend Frieda Kohl" the colonel said as he introduced Stephanie to a balding, gray-haired, late middle-aged Prussian General and his 32-year-old mistress, a beautiful, perfectly proportioned German country girl, decked with jewels and dressed in the highest fashion in a low cut evening gown which revealed her ample double D-cup cleavage. As the four made small talk in the crowded ballroom, Stephanie grew uncomfortable as the young mistress seemed to stare at her, as if she had seen her before.

During her stint as traveling gynecologist and obstetrician to Hitler's entourage of female courtiers, groupies, and Nazi-high-life hangers-on, she had not only delivered Eva Braun's babies and the babies of mistresses of other high Nazi officials, but she had also examined hundreds of mistresses, call-girls, and sex-game playmates of the high staff, helping the bigwigs ward off venereal diseases, and consulting with an endless list of Nazi-worshiping, social-climbing sluts about contraceptive measures.

To everyone's surprise, and Stephanie's shock, as the now seated assembled were being poured a round of wine in preparation of receiving their first course, a side door opened and the Fuehrer himself entered to a roar of applause as everyone in the ballroom stood, with many officers giving the Nazi salute.

The applause went on for minutes as the Fuehrer and his top aides were seated at what Stephanie saw was an all-male head table. She did feel somewhat relieved in knowing that she would not have to dodge Eva Braun in the crowd, yet as she looked around, Stephanie became uncomfortably aware that there were not nearly as many women as men at the formal dinner.

Continued in Chapter Six